Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.